Thirty Days of Inspiration ♥

As I've mentioned on my beauty blog, for the whole of December I will be chronicling every single thing I do worth interest in order to help me find a good foundation for my goals and really stick to them.

So, in light of this new idea, I've decided to do Thirty Days of Inspiration! Each day there will be a new post on one topic that inspires me that day.

I invite you, the reader, to join me in this journey and enjoy Thirty Days of Inspiration.

Be Brave

Since November is coming to an end, and the New Year just around the corner, I've decided I'm going to use the next month to dig up old projects and try to complete old goals and challenges. I try to be as honest as I possibly can with people in real life communication, and I'm going to try to do so here. On the online world. Where people judge you behind screens and stab words at you with their laptops. No pressure, right?

Jokes aside, I honestly believe that it's time to dig out the old New Year's resolution from the beginning of this hectic year and finally bring them to a resolution. People often don't realize that they have the strength to complete their out of this world goals and it takes nothing more than this: self discipline.

In fact, in class today, my math teacher-a wise old man who, in his eyes, hasn't even hit his mid-life crisis at the marvelous 61 years old-said to us, between ridiculous algebraic equations, that smart people are not the ones with the most intelligent; they are the ones who know their skills, their strengths, their weaknesses, and know just exactly what they're good at. And you know, as I sat there and watched him chuckling over his own wisdom, I placed my hand in my chin and just thought: what am I doing, everyday, that I know I've succeeded at? Just what exactly?

And so I brainstormed, and decided: I don't want to live another day of my life not doing something I know I'm proud of.

So. Here it is, hopefully this'll be the product of my pride and I ask you, whoever you are to take my hand and join me on this interesting journey.

For the next month, I will be adding new editions to the site and thinking up creative new things to spice up this place and make it a place I hope one of you will see it as, the way I want to see it as: home.

Be brave.

Be strong.

And Be Shameless.

P.S. Check out www.shamelessmaya.com to see one of my favorite YouTubers of 2012. She's inspired me to start this blog and I think her first video will certainly inspire you guys the way it did for me.

Stay Poetic,

 xoxo Dalia

A Seedling

So, this isn't the first time I've had a blog.

I know. I know exactly you're thinking.

Okay, so I don't. But, that doesn't mean you can't get to know what I am thinking in (gestures at the blog title) The Melting Pot of a Flower. I happen to adore that title because:

a) It is the title of my favorite poem that I've written and,

b) It represents my jumble of thoughts that I will invariably dump on this page whenever I get the urge. The flower part comes from my name, which happens to be the name of a flower.

I am into moments like these. Moments where you can feel the sun rising within you and just know that big things are going to happen, and that this is the start of a new poem in your life.

I'll leave you with this.


The Melting Pot of a Flower

We were better off left
alone in our unjoined coffee cups
than smelling the brew of the hot pot
we call our home.
Smoke and ashes replaced hugs
and kisses and our words
were sacrificed to the silence,
buried underground like roots
of coffee trees.

Tears that take the place
of dewdrops tell our
stories. They sing a melody
that spreads across our leaves
and seeps through our roots.

The soil of our home is no longer
safe, it is war where angels
are hidden in doorways,
love nothing-
but a secret weapon.
Denial is our universal
language that we pray does not
become embedded in the stories
that we will tell our grandchildren.

Violence is not the virtue of our
cause, but hope,
the definition of foolish dreams
of its foolish people.

We could not help but pray to God that the labels
are mistakes, lies stamped across our faces
similar to the bruises skinned across
our arms like wilted daffodils.

Coffee beans stain pigments
across our hearts, ground sins
with bitter aftertastes.

"I am a flower dying as a seed,
growing too soon for my petals to breathe
and taste the air of a new beginning,"
a seedling yells to the gardens,
because a renaissance was not written.

Her promises of “never again” are lost to the wind
because she was a flower not meant to breathe
and the only offering she owes to the future
is the revival of her seeds and the remembrance
of her dreams, for they are flowers that
will get a shot to be free.

                                      -D.A.

-xoxo Dalia